Sheep Fly~
Sethlyan Callan
Duff Hall, Aleron
Seth winced as the gangly youth took another smarting blow. After a practice bout with Captain Dael, red welts no doubt colored the arms beneath that homespun coat. The lad fetched his blunted practice blade without a whimper and raised it again.
“Watch my shoulder, Jeb.” Dael went through another parry with exaggerated motions. “When it dips, I’m striking low. When it lifts, block high.”
Jeb nodded. “I got it. I can do this.”
“When sheep fly.”
A familiar voice chuckled at Seth’s shoulder. Aengus propped beside him.
“This one’s no swordsman, my friend.”
“Captain, that’s enough.” Seth waved the lad over. “How old are you, Jeb?”
“Old enough. I’ll soon be fifteen.”
Unlikely and Jeb seemed better suited to a hoe than a sword.
“The sword
